Forgive me for treating this like a DayZ AAR thread ...
Day One, 05/27/2012.
I don't know how but I ended my trek to the Bor deer stands holed up on the top loft of a barn in the dead of night, orange with the glow of a flare and a trail of a zombie corpses leading from the barn door to the steps beneath me.
Actually I do know how. I began the day in mid afternoon on the beach west of Kamenka. Once I figured this out I headed due north, up a slope and into the woods, deciding to buck tradition and journey AWAY from Chernogorsk for a change. Someone had told me about Bor, about deer stands and mad loot, and a barn with a water pump by a road 2km SSW of Bor. With the coast at my back to sort east from west I safely made the hike to the barn. "Meet us there" this someone told me. "We have weapons and food. There are four of us."
They weren't to be found when I arrived, offline for the day I gather, so I set out to find these deer stands myself. I'd seen a map he'd sent (a message I hadn't bothered to save). I had a sense of where to go. So I went.
Finding the first stand wasn't too difficult. Three zombies loitered beneath. I waited among the trees for a break, then crept up the ladder. Mad loot? No such luck: empty tin cans, chem lights, flares, Coke and Pepsi. I took it all, found the second stand empty, then spied zombies in camo. "They must have something good," I thought. Not wanting to risk a zombie swarm, I decided it was time to use my crossbow and three bolts. I'd found these in the barn half an hour earlier and vowed to save them for a special occasion. A camo zed seemed special. Slowly I stalked the zombie as it lumbered north away from the deer stands and into the forest. I took a shot and missed. I notched the second and moved in closer for another shot. A miss. With one bolt left I decided to close the distance to just a few meters, practically within melee range. As I took aim the zombie disappeared into a bush. Damn! I followed it into the bush and heard a groan. Backing out, I saw the zombie reappear, face first, inches away! It struck. I began to bleed. I drew my Mak, fired and dropped the zed. A zombie rush seemed inevitable after all those shots, but it never came. I guess I'd strayed too far from the deer stand for the others to notice. I bandaged myself, headed back toward the woods, dropped prone and hid among the trees until nightfall.
The stands were still empty. And now it was dark, with no moon, no stars and a cold wind blowing (it sounded cold, anyway). I wasn't about to spend a night in the elements, not willing to risk the new body temperature mechanic, so I headed back to the barn with only the dimmest of gray shapes beneath the horizon to guide me.
As I neared the barn I heard zombies. Many zombies. Unable to see them, I crawled across the road, past a stack of logs and froze beside them when the breathing closed within inches.
Trusting the darkness (and accepting likely death) I rose to a crouch and darted through the barn doors. I'd alerted the zombies. Likely I had only seconds. In the dark I found the base of the steps, climbed one set and then another to the highest loft, where I turned to face the doors and face the rush.
Nothing. No zombies came. Forcing their hand, I threw a chem light. Nothing. Then a flare. Nothing. Impatient, I fired a single shot in the air.
Zombie count: 17.